Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Visage,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.